For an hour he paced the streets, trying to think things out. His burning desire was to go straight to Eleanor and lay the whole matter before her.
But according to his ethics it was a poor sport who would discredit a rival, especially on hearsay. He must leave it to Rose, and let her furnish the proof she said she possessed.
At eight o"clock he rang the Bartletts" bell, and was surprised when Miss Isobel opened the door.
"She isn"t here," she said in answer to his inquiry. "We cannot imagine what has become of her. She must have gone out just before dinner, and she has not returned."
"Didn"t she say where she was going?"
"No." Miss Isobel"s lips worked nervously; then she drew Quin into the dining-room and closed the door, "She and mother had a very serious misunderstanding, and--and I"m afraid mother was a little severe. I did not know Eleanor was gone until she failed to come down to dinner. I"ve just sent Hannah up to telephone my brother to see if she is there."
"She probably is," Quin spoke with more a.s.surance than he felt. "About what time did she leave here?"
"It must have been between six-thirty and seven. How long would it take her to get out to Ranny"s?"
"Depends on whether she went in her machine or a street-car," said Quin evasively. "Besides, she may have gone to the Martels"."
"I don"t think so," said Miss Isobel, twisting her handkerchief in her slender fingers; "because, you see, she--she took her suit-case."
For the first time, Quin"s face reflected the anxiety of Miss Isobel"s.
When Hannah returned she reported that no one answered the telephone at the Randolph Bartletts".
"Suppose the child gets there and n.o.body is at home!" groaned Miss Isobel, whose imagination always rushed toward disaster. "What on earth shall I do?"
"Leave it to me," said Quin. "I"ll run around to the Martels", and if she"s not there I"ll go out to Valley Mead. She"s sure to be one place or the other."
"Of course she must be; but I"m so anxious! You will go right away, won"t you? And telephone the minute you find out where she is. Then I"ll tell mother I gave her permission to go."
Miss Isobel pushed him toward the door as she spoke:
"You--you don"t think anything dreadful could have happened to her, do you?"
Quin patted her shoulder rea.s.suringly.
"Of course not," he bl.u.s.tered. "She"ll probably be in before I get around the corner. If not, I bet I find her at the Martels", toasting marshmallows."
In spite of his a.s.sumed confidence, he ran every step of the way home. As he turned the corner he saw with dismay that the house was dark. His call in the front hall brought no answer. He turned on the light, and saw an unstamped letter addressed to himself on the table. The fact that the writing was Eleanor"s did not tend to decrease his alarm.
He tore off the envelop and read:
_Dear Quin:_
Grandmother has said things to me that I can never forgive as long as I live. I am leaving her house in a few moments forever. By the time you get this I shall be on my way to Chicago to join Harold Phipps.
We have been engaged for two weeks. I did not mean to marry him for years and years, but I"ve simply _got_ to do something. He cares more for me and my career than any one else in the world, and he understands me better than anybody.
You"ll get this when you go home to supper, and I want you to telephone Aunt Isobel right away and tell her I won"t be home to-night. She will think I am with Rose and that will keep her from being anxious. I don"t care how anxious grandmother is! To-morrow I"ll send them a wire from Chicago telling them I"m married.
Dear Quin, I know this is a terribly serious step, and I know you won"t approve; but I am unhappy enough to die, and I don"t know where else to turn, or what to do. Some day I hope you will know Mr. Phipps better, and see what a really fine man he is. Do try to comfort Aunt Isobel, and make her understand. Please don"t hate me, but try to forgive your utterly miserable friend,
E. M. B.
Quin stood staring at the letter. He felt as he had on that August day when the flying shrapnel struck him--the same intense nausea, the deadly exhaustion, the bursting pain in his head. Involuntarily he raised his hand to the old wound, half expecting to feel the blood stream again through his fingers.
"Married! Married!" he kept repeating to himself dazedly. "Miss Nell gone to marry that man, that scoundrel!"
He sat down on the stair steps and tried to hold the thought in his mind long enough to realize it. But Phipps himself kept getting in the way: Phipps the slacker, as he had known him in the army; Phipps the condescending lord of creation, who had refused to take his hand at Mr.
Ranny"s; and oftenest of all Phipps the philanderer, who had insulted Rose Mattel, and been responsible for the dismissal of more than one nurse from the hospital. The mere thought of such a man in connection with Eleanor Bartlett made Quin"s strong fingers clench around an imaginary neck and brought beads of perspiration to his forehead.
"Something"s got to be done!" he thought wildly, staggering to his feet.
"I got to stop it; I got----"
Then the sense of his helplessness swept over him, and he sat down again on the steps. She had evidently left on the eight-o"clock train for Chicago, and it was now eight-thirty. There was nothing to be done. What a fool he had been to go on hoping and daring! She had told him again and again that she didn"t care for him; but she had also told him that she did not intend to many anybody. But if she hadn"t cared for him, why had she come to him with her troubles, and followed his advice, and wanted his good opinion? Why had she looked at him the way she had the day of Miss Enid"s wedding, and said she remembered her dances with him better than those with anybody else? In bitterness of spirit he went over all the treasured words and glances he had h.o.a.rded since the day he met her.
He didn"t believe she loved Harold Phipps! She didn"t love anybody--yet.
But, in her mad desire to escape from home, she had taken the first means that presented itself. She had stepped into a trap, from which he was powerless to rescue her.
In a sudden anguish of despair he flung himself face downward on the steps and gave way to his anguish. There was no one to see and no one to hear. All the doubts and discouragements, the humiliations and disappointments, through which he had pa.s.sed to win her, came back to mock him, now he had lost her. The world had suddenly become an intolerable vacuum in which he gasped frantically for breath.
What was the use in going on? Why not put an end to everything? He could make it appear an accident. n.o.body would be the wiser. The temptation was growing stronger every second, when he suddenly remembered Miss Isobel.
"I forgot she was waiting," he muttered, stumbling into the sitting-room and fumbling for the telephone. "Miss Nell said I was to keep her from being anxious--she wanted me to comfort her. But what in h.e.l.l can I say!"
CHAPTER 25
At nine-thirty Edwin came in and pa.s.sed up the creaking stairs. Ten minutes later Ca.s.s limped by the door, stopping a moment in the pantry to get a bite to eat. Quin sat motionless in the dark sitting-room and made no sign. He was waiting for Rose, with a dumb dependence the strongest man feels for the understanding feminine in times of crisis.
When he heard her cheerful voice calling good night to Fan Loomis, the clock was just striking ten.
"Quin! What is it?" she cried in alarm the moment she saw his face. "Is anybody dead?"
"Worse! She"s run away to get married!"
"Not Myrna?"
"No. Miss Nell. She left to-night for Chicago to marry Phipps!"
"But she can"t!" cried Rose wildly. "It"s got to be stopped. He"s not fit to marry anybody! We"ve got to stop her!"
"I tell you, it"s too late! She left on the eight-o"clock train."
"Who said so? Are you sure? Do the Bartletts know?"
"n.o.body knows but you and me; n.o.body must know--yet. Maybe she"ll change her mind."
"But the Bartletts will miss her. Have they called up?"